So...I casually mentioned to my dad that I had not gotten around to canning applesauce this year.
He called the next day to tell me that he had bought a box of apples for me.
My first clue that something was not normal with this should have been the words, "They are being delivered to your house."
Because, really, who needs to have a "box" of apples delivered?
My spidey sence should have gone off when I found out that there was a flat bed trailer involved in the apple delivery.
But when I was informed that a forklift was needed to unload the "box" of apples, then I knew something was amiss.
Here is a pix of my 1000 pound "box" of apples.
Guess I know what I'll be doing...for the rest of my life.